Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2008 14:16:37 -0800 (PST)
From: largoloubear@yahoo.com
Subject: Alleys in Philly
All the nice words of encouragement have gotten me to
write another true experience from my many encounters
in my life. This one occurs on a warm night in
Philadelphia.
Alleys in Philly
The gay bar district in Philadelphia is sprinkled
around the center of the city. You have to know where
you are going as there are some pretty rough
neighborhoods around the perimeter of "Gay Philly".
On this particular night, I was not particularly
looking for someone to spend the night with, but just
a nice episode would be nice.
It was a warm June evening, no humidity, but warm just
the same. It was early yet, around 8pm and the city
hadn't come to life yet. The bars were not crowded,
the theatres had their early evening lull and I was
thinking seriously of heading home early.
I went up 12th Street to the parking center to get my
car. As I approached, I saw two large mature black
men walk down a secluded alley right near where I had
parked my car. The both looked large, in their 40's
or 50's and somewhat intriguing.
I got closer to my parking lot and I looked down the
alley to see the two men sitting on a couple of milk
crates, making small talk and they saw me.
"Nice night, gentlemen", I said in a friendly tone.
"Now that is sometin' that I ain't been called in a
long time...a gentleman", one of the men said with a
chuckle.
"Why is that", I replied.
"Well, I'll tell ya cuz, I ain't no gentleman,
specially when I'm tired, hungry and horny and I would
really like to get me and my friend off tonight", he
returned matter-of-factly.
The men both looked a little dirty, maybe a tad drunk
but they did not look like they would hurt me. I had
a few dollars to offer them if they wanted me to pay
for their black cocks.
I let the brain in my cock rule me again and said to
the guys, "if you let me swallow your cum, I will give
some money to eat".
The guy that was doing all the speaking was then
talking to his friend who seemed to be hard of hearing
as Tom (the talker) was using signs and gestures to
Otis (the silent one). Both of the men had very large
smiles on their faces as the told me to come over.
As I got closer, I would have guessed Tom to be about
50 or so, about 5'10" and a paunchy 225 pounds. Otis
on the other hand was about 6'2" and about 250 and
roughly 60 or so. Both looked like they had been
around the block a few times.
I came within reach of Tom's outstretched arm and he
pulled me close and said, "this creep in the porno
theatre got me all hot today and when I showed him my
joint, he lost interest and left me with a case of
blue balls...and my buddy here don't hear so good, but
he loves to have his cock chewed on".
"Olympic size, huh", I asked Tom with a laugh.
"Nah, I think he was afraid that my juice would taste
bad or som'm", he returned.
I took Tom's place and sat on the milk carton and the
two men got close so as not to let me be seen from the
street. The strange smell was not body odor, but
sexual heat. I have done many black men before, and
black men really know how to enjoy a good blow job.
The take their time and they are almost never in a
hurry to cum.
Both Tom and Otis where grabbing their crotched and
trying to find their zippers in the gethering of cloth
in their pants. In a flash, I was looking at two
prime specimens of human manhood. Not miles of cock
and reeking of cheese like you read in some stories,
these men both have about four to five fat uncut
inches, both with long, clean but slightly piss
smelling foreskins.
Tom also took out his black fuzzy nuts also for me to
fondle. Well, Tom was first, and he immediately found
the back of my throat.
"I'm home Otis, this is what I was needin all day",
was all he could say as I started my sucking, nibbling
and caressing his mouthful. His cock head was very
sensative, so I did not give him much direct action on
it. I pulled the skin over the head and gently
brought my lips together and munched on him lightly.
Tom was really loving it, while I say that Otis was
sporting a sizable hard on himself. While I was
getting a good taste of Tom, Otis was trying to wedge
his fat piece of meat between my lips. I gave Otis
what he wanted, spit out Tom's and sucked in his.
"MMMMMMMM", was all he could sigh. His cockhead was
visable and not a sensative to direct sucking and
licking.
"Good, huh, he can really handle a joint, can he?, Tom
asked his buddy.
I looked up at Otis and his eyes were closed, mouth
open and just shook his head yes to Tom. Otis had a
glaze of sexual paradise on his face as I used my
tongue to root around his abundant foreskin for any
hidden tastes.
Tom wanted more as in the next ten minutes, both men
took turns using my mouth. Tom then said, "I'm about
to give this cocksucker my load, how about you Otis,
ole boy? Who ever shoots first, gets to use his mouth
again all by himself next", Tom said.
Tom plugged his bloated pecker into my mouth grabbed
the back of my head and gave me a thrilling mouth
fuck. My nose frequently brushing with his tangy
pubes and my chin with his full fragrant balls.
"Oh God, here comes a belly full, pal", he said as his
load pulsed onto my tongue and the back of my throat.
I swallowed to keep up with him then I heard Otis
grunting and reaching for my head. Just as his cock
hit my tongue, I watched as his cock spewed his seed
on to my awaiting tongue. Each squeeze and close of
his foreskin snout spit up some more curd.
"Whew", Tom said, "I'm worn out...I'll be back I gotta
take a leak". Before I could get out that I would
love to drink it, he was already shooting a heavy
stream onto the wall next to me.
"Can I hold it for ya", I begged.
"You really want to, sure, the next thing you'll tell
me is that you drink the stuff', he said. With that I
put my finger into his healthy stream and placed the
wet and salty finger into my mouth.
This not only turned him on but you should have seen
the look on Otis' face.
Tom then took his almost completely spent cock and
sprayed the rest of his potent stream on my face and
my clothes.
Tom kept his cock out after he was through. I got up
to leave and Otis said, "Stay right there, I still
have to piss and I ain't goin on no wall". His
already dripping foreskin was placed into my mouth and
he fired away. "Suck up all dat shit man, a real pee
drinker, fer sure", he spat. "Don't you dare spill a
drop on my clean pants, cocksucker", he added.
His supply was hot, full flavored and coming faster
then I could swallow. I sputtered and finally
finished the last of it.
"Boy, you are full of surprises, white boy", Tom said.
"I have another bag full of juice to feed ya, and
maybe I can try some of that urinal mouth of yours.
I opened my mouth and gave Tom a slower, more sensual
suck job. I was rewarded with a more watery load this
time followed by a short shot of his piss.
We thanked each other for the pleasures derived and
parted ways. I gave them both a ten spot for dinner.
We never saw each other again.